Valerie Marshall: You're educated aren't you?
Mahdav: How could you tell?
Valerie Marshall: Oh, I think you can always tell. Our teacher at school said you can always tell an educated man.
Mahdav: How? Do let me know. How does it show?
Valerie Marshall: I dunno... it's ehm... it's a sort of gentle.
Mahdav: A man of the Orient is naturally gentle, yet passionate too. He is both a tranquil stream and a raging torrent.
Valerie Marshall: That's good. I like that.
[pause]
Valerie Marshall: Well, I think I better be going now.
Mahdav: Valerie, we have so much in common, you and I. We're both in need.
Valerie Marshall: In need?
Mahdav: May I tell you that... I find you beautiful?
Valerie Marshall: Not really.
Mahdav: Then let my eyes speak for me. Aren't they eloquent? Look into my eyes. Go on - look. What do you see?
Valerie Marshall: Well, your pupils... they're eh, a bit big.
Mahdav: They are dark pools. They reflect your beauty.
Valerie Marshall: [she laughs]
